My daughter, Kelly, and I were walking from our home in Mountain View to Zachary's home in Mountain View. It was maybe 2006. We were going to "babysit" for Zach and his younger sibling, Ivanna. I only knew Ivanna as the cute little girl who darted around the house when I came to tutor Zach. On this sunny afternoon I had the pleasure of spending a few hours of quality time with Ivanna. This memory has become my go to memory these past difficult weeks. It is a happy memory of the wonderful Estrada/Rosenfeld family. It makes me smile, even laugh. When Kelly and I arrived, she knocked on the door. As we walked in Zach was soon in the entryway, jumping up and down and reminding me of a previous activity. There was no special event to mark the day. We were just four people spending time together. Kelly kept asking for Coke, Ivanna shared an issue of American Girl, Zach walked from outside to inside and back again and I tried to not be controlling. At one point we all sat at the table for a Diet Coke. There was some conversation, some laughs, some quiet, some sipping. After a few hours Paul and Rita returned. Kelly and I left and walked home on that sunny afternoon. I now knew Zachary's Ivanna as more than just a darting child. I hold that memory close to my heart. It is my way of attempting to deal with a tragedy thrust upon two wonderful parents.